People die like leaves falling, soon ashes return to ashes, dust returns to dust.
Huo Yan had someone take the Shantang's body back, and Xing Zizhou also sent the fainted Little Cherry back.
Feng Jiuer went back by herself. Mu Mu and Qiao Mu wanted to accompany them, but they were rejected by her. She didn't want to see anyone tonight.
Mu Mu sent her back to the back mountain and left after leaving the dense forest.
Jiu'er needed to be alone. Although she had been ruthless all night, he knew that her mood was about to collapse.
Qiao Mu left Mu Mu first. After all, many things still needed to be faced by herself. Even though she knew that Jiu'er was depressed, she knew she couldn't do much to help.
Feng Jiuer walked in the night, not knowing where she was wandering all the way.
When she stopped, she looked up and realized that she was in such a place.
The three words above the head are strong and powerful, like a giant dragon in the sky that looks proud of the world. You don't need to think about whose hand it is.
Ninth Prince's Mansion, how could she come to this place unconsciously?
Her face felt a little cold, so Feng Jiuer raised the back of her hand to wipe it. Unexpectedly, she wiped away the tears on the back of her hand.
Oh, it turns out that she still couldn't help crying. She thought that she could really be selfless and face all betrayers calmly.
Those words of Little Cherry, those involuntary words, kept lingering in her head.
In fact, what did Shan Dao do wrong? He just couldn't choose his origin, his origins, and maybe there were other ties, so he couldn't choose the mission he wanted to perform.
He said that he never wanted to hurt her, and she believed it because they were once good brothers who went through life and death together.
The tears on her face were dried by the wind, and Feng Jiuer walked up the steps.
"Who is it?" The guard guarding the door stopped her with one move of his spear.
He came so late and uninvited, so naturally he couldn't be dropped into the palace at will.
But soon, someone recognized her: "It's Miss Jiu'er!"
Although Miss Jiu'er actually doesn't come to the palace very often, who doesn't know that Prince Jiu only loves Miss Jiu'er?
So after seeing clearly that it was Feng Jiuer, the guard immediately put away the spear, leaned towards her and saluted: "Miss Jiuer, please! I will go and inform the prince right now."
But at this time, the prince has probably gone to bed and rested. At this time, it is time to go to Mr. Yu to inform him and let Mr. Yu handle it.
Feng Jiu'er shook her head, even she didn't know why she came here.
Is she really so familiar with Uncle Nine Emperors? Why did she come to Uncle Nine Emperors' place for no reason when she was in a bad mood?
But after arriving, I suddenly remembered that they seemed to be really... not that familiar.
The memory of Uncle Nine Emperors has been blurred to a certain extent, and she can't remember it no matter how hard she thinks about it. Why are she here tonight? Even she can't explain it herself.
"I...just want to go in and take a walk, okay?" Now that you're here, follow your own thoughts and take a walk inside.
Just take a walk and don't disturb anyone. Although, this request seems a bit excessive. After all, this is not the Nine Prince's Mansion that anyone can enter at will.
Even countless dignitaries wanted to come to visit, but they couldn't even get through the door.
She seemed a little presumptuous, so she added: "If it's inconvenient, I won't go in."
"It's convenient, how can it be inconvenient?" How could Miss Jiuer be allowed to wander outside at night?
The guards were afraid that if something happened outside if she really left, the responsibility would fall on them.
If something happens to Miss Jiuer, even if they have ten heads, they may not be enough to be chopped off by the prince.
The guard quickly opened the door, leaned towards Feng Jiu'er and said, "Miss Jiu'er, please."
Before opening the door, Feng Jiuer didn't feel that she had to go in. But when the door was opened and she saw something familiar inside, she suddenly really wanted to go in and take a look.
I really want to, really want to.
She suddenly took steps, walked quickly through the door, and walked in.
The heavy door of the palace finally closed slowly behind her. The guards guarding inside wanted to step forward and salute, but Feng Jiuer walked away before they could come over.
She doesn't want to deal with anyone. Now, she just wants to walk alone, in this strange yet familiar place.
The Ninth Prince's Mansion was very big, even bigger than she had imagined. She didn't know how long she had walked, but she actually reached a lake.
She walked into the pavilion in the middle of the lake, lay on the railing, and looked down at her reflection in the lake.
She had never had any close contact with Shan Dao, but he said that he liked her very much.
She doesn't know what Shandao likes about her. Is it just because of this face?
What's so special about a face? Besides looking good, what's its use?
Thinking of Shan Dao's words before his death, Feng Jiuer couldn't help but smile bitterly.
Why does life have so many complicated things and complicated relationships? Can't they all be kept simple?
In the Imperial Academy, looking at the calm wind and calm, there is a turbulent undercurrent inside, but no one can see through it at a glance.
How many secrets are hidden in this academy? How many people are there who have ulterior motives or are unable to control themselves?
The struggle between kings and kings, the overt and covert struggles between clans, wherever there are people, there are rivers and lakes.
The Imperial Academy is just a shrunken world, but the power behind each person is so huge that even the entire world cannot compare with it.
It is not only a river and lake, but also a gathering place for the fine work of various countries.
A single sword is just one of them. How many others are still floating in this whirlpool?
My eyes fell on the lake again. The face on the lake was still so beautiful and delicate, but it was just a little less immature and a little more aged than a girl of fifteen or sixteen years old.
It turns out that she is really only fifteen or sixteen years old...
Suddenly, another face appeared on the lake.
His long hair was blowing gently in the wind, and his delicate and beautiful facial features were as cold as water under the moonlight, but as dazzling as the bright moon.
A very contradictory existence, very irresistibly handsome!
Jiu'er hurriedly turned around, raised her eyes and met his habitually indifferent gaze.
The moment their eyes met, my heart was still slightly confused, although even I didn't know why I was upset.
"Uncle Nine Emperors, why are you here?"
"Shouldn't I be the one to ask you this question?" Zhan Qingcheng's thin lips moved slightly, his eyes lowered and locked on her slightly pale face, "This is my place."
Feng Jiuer breathed a sigh of relief, unable to answer this question.
"I don't know what happened, it just came out of nowhere."
